Throughout the night-watch,—roused themselves and spoke
One to the other: "Ere death's touch benumb
"His active sense,—while yet 'neath Reason's yoke
Obedient toils his tongue,—befits we claim
The fruit of long experience, bid this oak
"Shed us an acorn which may, all the same,
Grow to a temple-pillar,—dear that day!—
When Israel's scattered seed finds place and name
"Among the envious nations. Lamp us, pray,
Thou the Enlightener! Partest hence in peace?